Soul Train

Soul Train

Here I come. Union specific of body. Desire of thought. Don't know about soul. But that's the grate train I came on. Destination earth. Googled-to Richfield Utah. At least-that's what others-named the place. Intelligence-outside of creation. I was. Taking on a challenge I hadn't known...but which others-had named. So, there I was, like shredded carrots in a bowl of green jello-

Placed immediately-in the fridge-to set. Thinking I might be a delight to some, I tried to arrange my several pieces-into a kaleidescopic pattern. Orange bits struggling to bring aesthetic design to a quick thickening substance. This wasn't working.

When we came to the table, I shivered. What had been confining and cold, was now ever so slightly releasing its hold, and restoring a sense of watery warmth. In hope, I tried to resume the intentioned design, only to be distracted-by appreciation, in varying degree. At the end of the day I lay exposed and confused in a puddle of green, watery sugar.

Just having a little poetry fun. whatdo ya think?